Ford Tianguan

Chapter 480 Black-bone chicken and white phoenix
Huang Hao showed the manuscript to the bald pen god, and the bald pen god took it to read immediately. Seeing that the article was smooth and smooth, describing the life in the market in detail, he could faintly hear the sound of vendors selling from the article.

In a few strokes, the image of a sloppy Taoist is written, which makes people imagine that they are extraterrestrial masters.

The disputes and contradictions in the article are very sharp and prominent, and there is a lot to watch. Although the magic of the Taoist planting pears is only a small one, but because of the suspense set up and the perspective that is substituted into the audience, it can't help but applaud.

Waiting to see the back, the pear seller's pears were not only gone, but even the wheelbarrow carrying the pears was chopped off, but the bald pen god was angry: "This Taoist is really unreasonable, if he can't do it by force, he even cares about ordinary people. I have a small stomach."

"If you really want to teach a lesson or two, it's fine to make people feel compassionate, and it's fine to show off and let them lose a few pears."

"Scattered a cart of pears to others to eat, generous to others, and made the merchant lose all his money, that's all, and even smashed his car!"

The bald pen stared angrily.

"Showing off supernatural powers, what's the point of bullying an ordinary person? This Taoist must be a heretical person. He claims to play with the world of mortals. In fact, he is eccentric and eccentric. He is by no means a person in the Shinto. The rules of the Shinto say that those who carry other people's property should be exiled." Three thousand miles."

Huang Hao said: "I have several interpretations of this story."

"One, maybe the person who planted the pears had some bad karma in the past, so there was a calamity of bankruptcy, and the Taoist eliminated it."

"Both, the Taoist is going through the catastrophe to subdue the greed, anger, ignorance and suspicion in his heart. The pear seller he sees now is a devil's test. If the Taoist has not passed it, he may not be able to improve his cultivation in the future."

"Three, this Taoist believes in the law of the jungle, so he acts rashly and does not recognize the rules."

"Fourth, the story cannot be said to have a follow-up. It is just an article. It only saw one side from the perspective of a bystander. It cannot be all causes and effects. What if the Taoist sees that the pear seller has some fairy fate, so he ends up probing, and finally the two become masters and apprentices... ..."

Huang Hao planted different storylines for the story of growing pears, intending to contribute each storyline once to increase the fun of the story and increase the spreadability of the story.

This kind of thing always comes out of the mouth. In the Liaozhai copy of the Xianxia channel in the previous life, the protagonist's apprenticeship is either this kind of pear Taoist priest or Laoshan Taoist priest. Let's make it artistically, so as not to say it is a complete plagiarism.

The bald pen hair god nodded: "This article can be signed!" Then he took out a pocket brush and wrote his name on it: "In the future, if you submit another article, set up an incense case, and I will know and contact you."

Huang Hao took the brush, but saw that the bald brush god directly took out five feathers: "I will give you the manuscript fee first, and if the manuscript fee increases later, or the magazine is included in the story collection, I will replenish it."

Huang Hao was very happy when he got the money. Just now, after the bald pen hair god praised his article, a white spot of light has condensed. This white spot of light is the material to condense the literary heart.

It seems that this can be done.

After leaving here, Huang Hao wandered around in Fangshi. Before Lu Cheng came out, he might be visiting. Huang Hao thought about the necessary plots of Xianxia novels, and picked up leaks from street stalls, so he started browsing.

There are a lot of sellers on the stalls. There are low-level demons. They sell the hair that falls off their bodies, or the teeth and scales that fall off, in exchange for cultivation materials. Those who are a little richer plant some spiritual herbs at home, and they will also get them to the workshop. market to sell.

There are also foreign casual cultivators, and the things they sell are miscellaneous. They sell what they have, which is comparable to the flea market in the previous life. Useful or not, they are all displayed.

There are also some local hair gods and wandering gods. They look weird, but they are very kind.

The square market is opened in the spiritual realm, and it is also a three-layer structure, the material plane, the spiritual realm, and the nether world.

So you can still walk through the passage and look at the ghost market at the bottom, but the ghost market usually uses other things as currency. There are moonlight, yangshou, and yin virtues. At most, incense is used. The system is messy, but now Huai The [-] white lotus ghosts and virgins in Yin are here, killing many evil spirits who take life away from life, maintaining the order of the underworld in Tianzhou, and there are no evil spirits using Yangshou for business.

Huang Hao's appearance was very immature, and he looked very innocent. The old fried dough sticks who set up the stalls tried their best to call out: "The secret book of alchemy, the secret book of alchemy of Jindandixian, only nine yuan! Only nine yuan!"

"Shiquan Dabulongjinghumenengxianlingsan! Men can't take it if they use it, women can't take it, and women can't take it if it's used! It's only 280!"

Huang Hao almost didn't roll his eyes, walked to a stall selling magical artifacts, picked up a small gourd that looked pretty delicate, and asked, "What kind of gourd is this?"

"This is the Jiujiu Lieyang True Fire Gourd, which contains 81 kinds of real fire. It is an ancient treasure, and it only costs [-]!"

"Pu Wan?" Huang Hao put down the gourd, and secretly said: People in the world of cultivating immortals are not old!

Huang Hao walked from the grocery area to the place where live animals were sold. Tianzhou is vast, and many monks have raised exotic animals, some for meat, some for mounts, and some for pets.

These strange beasts are all hybrids, and they are difficult to have intelligence due to their blood pulse, but they have extraordinary appearance, delicious meat, and some have some natural supernatural powers.

I saw purple-feathered chickens sold here. This chicken was passed down from Yiming Mountain. It was originally a descendant of the heavenly chicken raised by the Sun Star Palace. The eggs laid are also pregnant with purple energy, so they are also called "foundation eggs".

There are also those who sell fragrant pigs, and this one is said to be the offspring of Huang Tian's mount, but in fact, the seven little fragrant pigs have no offspring, and their old father, the old wild boar, is just a pig demon at the peak of human immortality in the barren continent. He was also transformed into a pig demon by Mahabharata.

But there must be a reason for it to sell well. After all, selling things is not as good as telling a story, and the leeks will be cut by you obediently.

After the purple feather egg was related to "Building the Foundation", the value increased a lot. Although the monk himself can breathe out the purple energy of the rising sun, the effort to eat an egg is not as good as to collect energy by himself, but in the absence of When it comes to refining qi, it is only in the stage of nourishing the essence, returning the essence to the brain, and the monks in the preparatory stage of self-cultivation and self-cultivation can be regarded as the foundation supplement, so it is called the foundation egg.

On a whim, Huang Hao thought he could raise one for fun.

Immediately, he went forward and saw that among the purple-feathered chickens sold by the little chicken girl, there was a mutated white-feathered chicken. He asked curiously, "Is this another breed?"

"No, it might be a mutation." The little girl said, "Of course, it might also be that the hen has cheated."

Huang Hao felt that it was a bit like the black-bone chicken from his previous life. The black-bone chicken was delicious. It was once a tribute in ancient times, and it was also called Baifeng.

"If the condition can be stabilized, and this kind of black-bone chicken is specially bred, it may also be a special income of the sect."

Immediately, he paid for this little chick.

(End of this chapter)